All language subtitles for Scout.Toujours....1985.BluRay - Copy

Minha promessa atende,
Meu Deus, Deus meu.

E sobre mim estende,
O manto Teu.

Eu Te amo e quero amar,
Cada vez mais.

Não deixes de escutar,
Senhor meus ais.

- Escuteiros sempre...
- Alerta!

À vontade!

Quando o vosso nome for chamado, saiam
da formatura, venham e fiquem em linha.

Joseph Benamou.

François Driart.

Michel Tibany.
-Está doente.

Charles Nemetz.

Sébastien Ravel.

Joseph Benamou.

O que queres?
-Ser Escuteiro.

Porquê?

Para aprender a melhor servir
a Deus e aos meus irmãos.

Quais são as principais
virtudes do Escuteiro?

Honestidade, devoção e pureza.

Qual é o primeiro dever do Escuteiro?

Fazer uma boa acção todos os dias.

Está bem, o "Bien Bien Fou" (Muito muito louco)
não viu nada.

A bandeira, passa a palavra ao Chickpea.

A bandeira, passa a palavra ao Chickpea.

-Bandeira.
-A bandeira.

-A bandeira.
-A bandeira.

O Escuta é amigo de todos e irmão de todos os outros Escutas,

O Escuta protege as plantas e os animais.

O Escuta é obediente.

O Escuta tem sempre boa disposição de espírito,

O Escuta é sóbrio, económico e respeitador do bem alheio,

O Escuta é puro nos pensamentos, nas palavras e nas acções.

Confiando na vossa lealdade

podeis fazer a Promessa.

-O que se passa com este tipo...
-Em nome do Pai, do Filho e do Espírito Santo...

-Sai!
-Que Nossa Senhora Mãe dos Escutas...

desça sobre vós.

Ámen.

Prometo, pela minha honra e com a graça de Deus,
fazer todos os possíveis por:

Cumprir os meus deveres
para com Deus, a Igreja e a Pátria,

Auxiliar os meus semelhantes
em todas as circunstâncias,

Obedecer à Lei do Escuta.

Oh, que fixe, vai partir.

Cuidado, o mastro!

É uma pena que o "Bien Bien Fou"
não tenha caído também.

Quem fez isto?

Rapazes, não, não, não,
Não tem piada nenhuma.

Que desperdício.

O que é que vamos comer agora?

Isto foi sabotagem.

Os malandrinhos, eh,
vão pagar caro por isto.

Ok, está na hora.

Vamos, vai.

Vai!

Vai!

Vai!

Vai!

Vamos, vai.

Vamos andando. Vai!
Isso mesmo.

Vamos lá, espertalhão.

Benamou.

O que se passa?,
Tu agora és um escuteiro.

Vai!

Vai!

Não!

É um pouco espartano e ainda por cima
não têm nenhuma prática.

E o mastro?
Se calhar caiu sozinho?

-Estás bem? -Sim.
-Estás magoado? -Não.

Não ligues, mas ele é louco.

Por alguma razão
que o chamaos "Bien Bien Fou".

A guerra na Indochina.
(Dien Bien Phu - derrota francesa)

Não aprendeste na escola?

Não mereces estar nos escuteiros.

Os rapazes de Aubervilliers têem
uma atitude melhor que a tua.

És a vergonha do Grupo 8 de Neuilly.

Olha os teus atacadores.

Prontos, levanta.

Bem, para o acampamento neste Verão,
se calhar podíamos inovar um pouco.

O que achas de expressão
pessoal através de movimento?

Batalhão disciplinar, sim.
Então, doiem-te os pés, eh?

-Não, nada disso.
-Explicações para o grupo. Regrupar.

-Hervé?
-Perfeito.

Hervé?

Estás bem?

Quando retomas a vida activa?

Mas eu estou activo...

Um pouco de gresso não me vai
impedir de ir ao acampamento.

Não, Hervé, não podes pensar assim.

Então quem? Se não for eu,
não vejo mais ninguém.

Eu vejo, aqui.

Sim, George,

mas receio que a turbulência
destes rapazes são demais para ti.

Na realidade, sim.
Ok, então cancelamos o acampamento.

Não é possível,
os pais já pagaram,

e não iriam entender.

E que tal o Valcour?

-Ele vai ao acampamento de Valoise.
-Brichet?

-Acabou de se casar.
-Eu digo-te que posso ir.

-E o Jacky?
-Jacky quem?

Jacques Neveu,

A região teve que prescindir
dos serviços do Sr. Neveu.

Ai sim, porquê?

Ouve meu amigo,
mas agora não é a altura certa.

Acho que tenho uma ideia.

Foucret.

Não o Honoré, obviamente,
Jean-Baptiste, o seu filho.

Mas ele nunca acampou!

Eu sei, mas com um pai como o dele,
certamente que deve saber alguma coisa, certo?

Quase me apanharam,

seria de esperar que o apanhassem.

Olha, não havia necessidade.
Já nos despedimos ontem à noite, mamã.

Não me vais dar um beijo?

Oh, a que distância está a sua casa.
Que ideia teve de vir viver para cá.

Esqueceu-se dos teus supositórios teofilínicos.

Não vou precisar deles, mãe,
estou em grande forma.

Vou passar 3 semanas agradáveis
com alguns jovens em campo.

Exactamente, não és tão jovem como eles,

e o campo está cheio de pólenes.

Lembra-te do ataque de asma que te deu o ano passado em Verselay.

Mãe, eu tive um pequeno ataque de enfisema.
Eu não tenho asma.

Estou a falar-te a sério, Jean-Baptiste.

Olha, pára de tocar
quando estou a falar contigo.

Mãe, eu toco porque me acalma.

Diz-me logo se te estou a aborrecer.

Vou chegar atrasado.

Vou deixar as chaves consigo
e pode trancar a porta.

-Não vais levar o chapéu do teu pai?
-Não.

Ah, mais uma vez.

Está a desperdiçar o seu dinheiro
a comprar coisas duvidosas.

Não vejo o que há de duvidoso, é um Goya.

E em primeiro lugar, não é uma coisa, é um cartaz.

Oh meus Deus, chegámos.

-Mãe, dá-me a minha mochila.
-Não, eu levo.

-Mãe.
-Anda lá.

Mãe, dá-me a minha mochila, já.

Ainda sou a tua mãe, não sou?

Bem, é muito simpático da sua parte
em me acompanhar,

mas agora dá-me a mochila
e despedimo-nos.

Não queres mesmo que vá contigo?

Mãe, nós não vamos juntos.

Não te preocupes, vai correr tudo bem.

-Vais escrever?
-Prometo, eu conto-te tudo.

Sai, diverte-te,
Vai ao cinema.

"Marienbad" está outra vez no Regent,
vai-te fazer relaxar.

-Olá.
-Olá.

Anda lá Chickpea, mexe-te!

Yah, yah. Já vou.

Ok.

Nunca mais.

É isso mesmo.

Obrigado, Freddy, pela ajuda.

Bom dia, bom dia senhora.

Está feito, estamos prontos.

Estamos prontos, sim, mas...

Bem, aqui está ele.

Jean-Baptiste?

Estás muito bem.

Muito contente por ir acampar.

Fiquei muito satisfeito
por te lembrares de mim.

É o que mereces.

Vem, vou-te apresentar aos miúdos,
já chegaram quase todos.

Ok, adeus Mãe.

Adeus Pai.

Olhem discretamente para trás,

É o Jean-Louis Pascal,
não o reconheceram?

-O quê, o actor de cinema?
-Com certeza.

Sim, é ele mesmo.

Anda Anthony,
guardei-te um lugar.

Benamou, anda.

Alerta, silêncio.

Alerta, silêncio.

Como devem saber, não será o Herve que
chefiará o vosso acampamento este Verão. - A sério?

Não falaremos mais sobre
este assunto desagradável.

Foi realmente eficaz,
aquele sistema de esgoto, né?

O vosso chefe será o
Jean-Baptiste Foucret.

O seu nome não é certamente
desconhecido de vós.

Todos vós devem ter presente
a imagem de Honoré Foucret,

O Comissário Geral do
Movimento Escutista Francês,

Impulsionador do Grupo 8 de Neuilly,

que ganhou a alcunha de
Velho Lobo na resistência,

para quem não hesitou em
sacrificar a sua própria vida.

Jean-Baptiste é filho do Velho Lobo,

Força, como em 1940.

Isto significa que com
um chefe como o Jean-Baptiste,

as verdadeiras tradições escutistas
serão bem implementadas.

Poderão confiar plenamente nele
e terão que obedecer só a ele.

O caminho foi longo, mas a
aventura está quase a terminar.

Esperemos que esta acampamento de Verão
seja uma experiência inesquecível para todos.

Yah.

-Escuteiros sempre...
-Alerta!

Alerta!

Até breve, companheiro.

Se estiveres cansado, encosta.

Com certeza que sim, mas
tenho aqui tudo o que preciso.

Ok.

Vamos, Simone.

Boa viagem.

Olha só para esta idiota...

Jean-Baptiste.

Jean-Baptiste, esqueceste isto.

You go too far.
How do I look now?

What's the matter, my Biquet? (Sweetie)
Are you ashamed of me or what?

She calls him Biquet.

She calls him Biquet.

-No. okay.
-Is she coming with us?

-Here, here.
-I don't need it.

The door.

That was Mrs, Foucret, my mother,

She worries since the disappearance of
Old Beaver. She has no one else but me.

Yes, of course, I understand.

Sorry about,
"look at this bloody idiot",

it just slipped out.

Ah, I'm already looking
forward to tonight,

setting up camp,

sleeping under the stars,

it takes me back to my youth.

-How old are you?
-Are you the police?

Thirty four.

You begin late in life.

Too late, you think?

I wondered, but I didn't
have any holidays.

And Biquet, the smoke doesn't
bother you too much?

Ah, you got me good there.

Okay, I'll put it out,
you do the same.

Please, do the same as me.

Well, I think we'll
have fun together.

You shouldn't be too impressed by
what the district leader told you.

I am your leader, it's true,
but I also want to be your friend.

-Got it?
-Yeah, yeah.

I think I know how to handle them.

-Okay, Thierry?
-Yes, yes, I love driving.

I'll get some fresh bread,
we'll have lunch on the coach.

Don't get off.
-Oh...

Is there anybody here?

You were told not to get off.

Come on, we said no.

If you please.

Well, tell me guys.

Oh, I don't find it very sensible wasting
all your pocket money on these sweets.

You'll regret not being able to bring
back souvenirs to your parents.

They'll be happy enough
to see us again,

And we'll bring them some pinecones.

If you lose it, I'm not rich
enough to reimburse you.

Hey, sir, have you got
change for 100 francs?

Okay, hold on, what we'll do,
is you'll give me your money.

I'll write it down and redistribute
it to you as and when you need it.

-What's your name?
-Jose Langlois.

How much have you got?

500 francs, I think.

-New francs?
-Yes.

Good, huh.

-And you?
-Valenski Louis.

-How much do you have?
-I haven't any money, sir.

Okay.

You?

Emmanuel, catch.

Okay, Thierry?

# Bali Balo in his cradle,

# already has a boner like a bull.

# Son of a bitch, his mother told him,
you're more horny than your father.

# Ah, ah, Bali Balo,
Bali Balo is only a bastard. #

There's really so much disparity.

We are as we are.

We're not going
to change the world.

Okay, boys...

boys, gather round.

Hurry up.

Being a Scout,
is to be generous.

And generosity, is knowing how to give.

So I hope you will all agree to
share your pocket money.

Communist.

You see this?

I'm not sharing.

Damn, you should've told me,
I wouldn't have handed in all mine.

I've worked it out,

that makes 4725 old francs,
per person.

It's fairer, right?
-It's theft.

Come on, let's go.

-How are you, Thierry, not too tired?
-No, I love driving.

This time it's had it.

It's my fault, I didn't
manage to find fourth.

-Is it serious?
-No, it's the engine.

I'm going to hitchhike
up to La Bastide,

and then come back
with Dad to help you out.

Only it won't be before tomorrow,
I still have 50 km to go.

You know, priests and
servicemen quickly get lifts.

Oh...

Oh, crap.

All right, I'm not going to
burden myself with my pack.

Okay, goodbye.

-Safe journey!
-Goodbye, Father.

Goodbye children.

Well, then, what do we do?

Well, it's simple, we must bivouac.

Okay, let's assemble the patrols.

-Right, the Fawns...
-We'll unload the luggage from the coach.

We're not going to camp here?

Let's look for a place
to set up the tents.

We'll spend the night here.

Okay, Impala, firewood duty.

-What for?
-A Campfire.

Here? You can't be serious.
A single spark could ignite everything.

You know most of the time,
forest fires, are of criminal origin.

Okay, we'll set up here, hurry up
because there's going to be a storm.

Well, that's it.
It's over.

Yes, it's okay.
Come on, let's get to work.

Come on, show some spirit, blow.

You got a problem?

It doesn't want to take,
the wood's wet.

-I know where there's dry wood.
-What are you waiting for then?

Okay, come on, let's go.

Sir, sir, they appointed me to
the kitchen? What should I do?

We can go to the local farmers.

Yes, the farmers, that's a good idea.

It's good fresh produce
from the countryside.

-Here.
-You coming?

And you get a receipt.

Can someone help me
to pitch my tent?

And here's some very dry wood.

Have you got some paper?

No problem.

-Oh, no, not the mail, you're sick.
-Don't worry,

he has more letters than
he has time to read.

There's nothing interesting, anyway.

There you go.

-But who's going to kill it?
-I don't know, we'll draw lots.

Ah, what are we going to eat.

The unexpected it's good.

It's not on hormones,
that one at least.

And do you have the receipt?

No, no... the hayseed said it
could wait until tomorrow...

If we needed anything else,
milk or something.

The countryside, it's quite
a different mentality.

Are you crazy,
there's lots of children here.

We're Scouts, French Scouts.

Children, fall back behind the coach.

You're mad, you could
have hurt someone.

Bunch of little assholes,

I'll teach you to tear
down my gates.

No, is that your mailbox?

And the chicken you pinched,
who's going to pay me for it?

-Are you in charge?
-Yes.

I'm very sorry,
but didn't see anything.

Which one is your tent?

It's the blue one, there, why?

No, no, stop, I'll compensate you.

You don't mind if we camp here?

Just get the hell out of here!

Yes, yes, okay, that's fair.

Come on Scouts,
we're breaking camp.

-Why, we were fine here.
-Don't argue.

Jean-Baptiste, the flag is burning.

Over there, there's a puddle.

Yeah...!

Well guys, I think we
really ran into a star.

Dad, maybe we can
fix it on the spot?

It just overheated a little.

Overheated a little.

Holy crap!

Everything's fine.

Everything's fine, the children are
unharmed, the luggage also.

There's no damage...
apart from that...

And was it me who did all this?

No, it was me.
Well him.

And him too.

Well, it was bad luck.

I don't see my pack.

Where did you leave it?

Behind the driver's seat.

Well, it's still here.

I should have left at the same
time as you, with the grub.

Don't worry, the coach is properly
insured. It could've been worse.

I wonder if they didn't
do it on purpose.

I'm going to have
to be more strict.

-Dad?
-Yes.

And Marie France,
when's she coming?

I don't know exactly.
You know how your sister is.

-And is she staying?
-Yes, for the month, I think.

It's a shame I won't be
able to see her for long.

I'm taking care of three
camps at once, this year.

And you're gonna
leave them like this.

Do you think that their leader is
going to be enough to handle them?

I've upgraded the property
since you came.

Let's see that they don't
wreck everything, eh?

Right, okay.

I'll leave you here.

See you later, children.

Here.

-We've arrived.
-Yeah.

Oh, you've got a very
attractive property here.

-Yes, I'd like it to stay that way.
-Of course, sir.

I hope that occasionally, we can help
you do some work, paths, bridges...

Yes, yes, we'll see.

-Where can we set up camp? Here?
-No, over there.

It's primitive.

No, it's exactly what they need.
They have energy to spare.

Eh, Georges?

Are you sure we didn't
make a mistake?

Oh, no, not here.

Well I'm going back to Paris.

Hey sir, you don't have any
petrol left? We could burn it all.

Who said that?

Who said that?
-It was me, why?

You dare ask me why?
You've got a nerve.

Yeah, what did we do?

I'm willing to admit that you
mistook petrol for water, all right,

but the gate...

the mailbox, and mail, eh?

It's vandalism.

Then so that it teaches you a lesson,
I chose this ground,

and you won't sleep
until it's immaculate.

You can consider
this as a punishment.

Carry it out.

Oh, no...

Huh...

Maybe I was a little harsh there?

They need to know
who's in charge.

Hey, stop loafing about,
we'll be last again.

Hey, you know Anthony's
father slept with Brigitte Bardot.

-Stop your bullshit.
-I Swear, I saw the photos.

I slept with my maid, topless.

Do you have photos?

Oh...!

-Anthony's father slept with Bardot.
-Yeah, cut it out.

I swear, I saw the photos.

Yes and Flavien, he slept
with his maid, topless.

Oh yeah, do you have the photos.

I set up your tent.

Thank you Manuel, that's very nice.

You know you can address
me using the familiar form.

You're not having too hard a time?

Yes a bit, but then it
doesn't do us any harm.

Besides, I think you should
have punished the culprits.

-We're all a little responsible.
-Oh no, not me, I know the real culprits.

Oh, I don't want to know.

The communal facilities
the kitchen, the stove.

The Fawns of Ciment...
-Ready.

At ease.

Very good.

Polish this up a bit...

No, no, I'm nitpicking,
well done, bravo.

Aha, very successful.

The Kiwis for a yes and for a...
-No. -Yes. -Maybe.

You didn't tire yourselves, eh.

Try to make me something
more welcoming.

This isn't Scout it's Gypsy.

The Impalas?
-Over here.

What the hell's this?

Are you crazy?

Where did you find this?
-Over there.

Hello, sir.

Hi, Biquet.

What the hell?

You'll return it at once
where you found it.

What is this mattress, it's vile.
Even a gypsy wouldn't want it.

-Excuse me, sir.
-Yes, hello, sir.

I've come to get the furniture.

Ah, you're the roadman. We were just
going to take all this crap to the dump.

Oh no, the furniture belongs to us.

To you?

Where did you find this?
-At the dump.

That's where we parked.

Aha, you're a member
of the travelling people.

We too a bit, in a way.

I'm sorry, we'll return it to you,
immediately.

Why can't we go and
see the Gypsies?

They're really nice.
They play the guitar well, too.

Look, I didn't say they were all bandits.

They're not people like us.

We don't camp like that, all the same.

-Eh?
-What are you talking about.

I know very well the person...

who discovered the charred remains
of the little girl from Roche-sur-Yon .

She's a friend of my mother's concierge.
She was on holiday in Montpellier.

And how do they like little girls?
Well done, rare, or medium?

That's what I was told, but I
didn't see personally, of course.

Be wary.

Anyway, I don't want you
amongst these people, that's it.

What's that?

-Oh, Look at that bit of stuff.
-She's a model at Odile.

How cute they are.

-Who is it?
-Don't ask stupid questions, okay.

Surely one more person to avoid.

Come on, hurry up.

Damn, did you see those tits?

-I think I'll get in line.
-Forget it, you haven't your usual dough.

-You must come and see me sometime?
-That's right, yes, I sure will.

Sir, this is where we found them.

Good, we'll return them.

Sir, there's the TV.
Yeah.

Poor people.

Hey Pepe, they've
returned your bed.

Place it here.

-Have you seen the car.
-Yeah.

It'll do at least 150.

I'm sorry, they didn't realize.

Right, okay Scouts,
let's return to camp.

Come on, hurry up.

Hey Benamou,
look at the state you're in.

We apologize again
for the inconvenience.

I'll personally ensure that
this doesn't happen again.

It's okay.

Excuse me, sir, can I have
my pocket money, please.

There's not much to buy here.

But there's guitar
strings for the evening.

Ah, for music, that's different.

-Is there a problem?
-No, no, nothing.

Stay where you are.

Sorry to bother you again.

What's happened is that I've lost
my wallet somewhere here.

You wouldn't have found it
by any chance?

I'm not accusing you, eh.

-One moment.
-Thank you.

Ah, you deal in leather goods.
-Oh, yeah...

Eh, Pepe, we deal in leather goods.

I don't see mine.

Sir, we found it.
You dropped it on the path.

My mistake. Good evening.

-Anyone want some Sprite here?
-Yes.

Aren't you eating anything?

No, this business has made
me lose my appetite.

Do you realize, 72,000 francs.

It takes a month to earn that.

You should've perhaps told the police.

So that the gypsies come and take
revenge on the kids later, no.

No, I'll telegraph my mother
to send me a money order.

Are you sure it's the gypsies?

Who else could it be?

-So, do you like it here?
-Yes, yes.

It's nice, eh.

Ah, this is where
I discovered my faith.

And who knows,
maybe it could happen to you.

Listen, children,

I'm leaving tomorrow morning.
-Oh...

I don't just have you,

I have the 6th at Valoise camp
and the 7th in Corsica.

So before I leave, if anyone
wishes to go to confession,

I'll wait for them.

Okay, guys, do me a favour
and turn that off.

We've had a tiring day and tomorrow
we're helping M de Guillemin.

-So, do we get paid?
-Don't talk to me any more about money.

In the wind, with Sheila who we
haven't heard from for a while,

and then some new songs...

Come on.

Bedtime.

There weren't too many problems, today.

Yes, I think the strictness is
finally paying off. -That's enough!

It's a pity that it's necessary
to get to this point.

Well, good night.
-I'll keep him busy, scram.

-Aren't you in bed yet?
-Yes, but tell me, what time is BITM.

-The what?
-Breakfast In The Morning.

I don't know. The first awake,
wakes up the others.

Regarding the matter of the guitar,
I'll see what I can do.

-Thank you, good night.
-You too.

Oh, a lovely sleep.

-Off you go now.
-Yes.

Ah, the little bastards.

-Come on, let's get out of here.
-Yeah.

Bastards!

He really is an idiot, this guy, did
you see how he was looking for me?

You mustn’t provoke him like that.
Anyway, if he keeps on, he'll find me.

With the face he has, it can’t
be easy every day for Popol.

The Lord be with you.

And with thy spirit.

Go, the mass is done.

Let us bless the Lord.

Thanks be to God.

Jean-Baptiste.
Are you okay?

You got a problem?

Yes, I have a problem.

I was... I fell asleep.

-You don't say.
-Yes, I do say.

Help me!

Jean-Baptiste, perfect timing,
just who I wanted to see.

It's no longer me you should see.
I give up.

How come?

I had all night to think.
My decision is irrevocable.

Jean-Baptiste, you can't do that.
What's happened?

Oh, it's this business of the theft?
-It's not just that.

Since I left, these little monsters
haven't stopped persecuting me.

I haven't slept a wink for two nights.
Me, I need my nine hours.

I'm sorry, I overestimated my abilities,
I don't feel capable.

I prefer to return to Paris. George
will manage much better than me.

Jean-Baptiste, you're mistaken
about the intentions of these children.

They're not as diabolical
as you imagine.

And I use as proof the money
there which they stole from you.

So, you're leaving without
giving me a big hug?

Goodbye.

Look, Marie-France,
come on, come on,

do up your blouse while you're here.
There are children here.

But what, what's wrong with my breasts?
What's the matter?

Do you find them scary, dear?

My sister, Marie-France.

Sister Marie-France.

Good Lord, you don't know what it's like.
Every time we meet, it's the same.

She provokes me.

Come on, we'll miss the train.

I'm only half sure of Georges ability,
you know, but anyway, we'll see.

Wait, if I go, will I really
leave you in difficulties?

I wish I could say otherwise.

Oh, look, I almost forgot this.

Well, I think everything's there.
-What is it?

They wanted to play a joke on you,

but remorse prevented
them going through with it.

One of them came to confession this
morning and brought back the money.

Right, come on, M. Belli.
-Yes, Sir.

Let's go.

-Father.
-Yes.

-You forgot your equipment.
-Oh, dear me, thank you very much.

Well, come on, Jean-Baptiste.

Hey there, you're not
still in bed, are you?

Come on, get up.

Get up.
-Who does he think he is, the leader?

And yes, my little Grevure,
I'm the leader now.

Foucret's left. So you'll have
to get your act together.

One foot in front of the other,

and we'll assemble to raise
the colours in regulation dress.

Carry on.

I told you, guys.

We were a little too hard on Biquet.
I've a feeling we'll regret it.

Hey, if you knew what we saw,
it's unbelievable.

-What did you see, a flying saucer?
-No, two, like this.

Such a pair of tits, it's a wonder how
she manages to stay upright.

-What did you do, milk the cows?
-No, I tell you, the chaplain has a sister,

And she just appears,

and every morning upon waking
she shows them to everybody.

-It's free?
-Oh yeah.

You should have seen Biquet's face.
Bright red.

What are you talking about?
Biquet left.

No, when he saw her knockers,
he changed his mind and stayed.

Right, clear all that and load the stones
on the tractor trailer, understand?

Hey, I don't need to tell you
to use extreme caution.

And bring the stones
back here to me.

-Is this to repair the well?
-That's right.

I can only do this in Summer.

Thank you.

It's clever, this small electric winch.

Home made.

Hi.

Gently, gently does it.

All we need now is for
someone to get injured.

I'd like us to all go together to see the
Circus show on M de Guillemin's TV,

like I promised,
and not in bits and pieces.

Sir, sir.

-What's wrong young Ben?
-The Tractor.

What about the tractor,
doesn't it work?

Yes, it works okay, but it's stuck
over there with Emmanuel.

What? Emmanuel is trapped
under the tractor?

I don't believe it,
how did you manage this?

I stalled, it's cracking,
I'll be smashed up.

No, no, no, you're too heavy.

But why did you come this way?

But you told me the bridge.

This isn't a bridge,
it's a walkway for cows.

Okay, hold on.
Don't panic, don't panic, relax.

Start it up again.

That's it, and now,
come towards me, slowly.

Have faith, trust me, slowly.

Stop, stop, stop.

Stop everything.
Okay now, you have to jump.

-I don't know how to swim.
-Well, you'll learn.

Jump, it's shallow.
-I'm going, I'm going.

Go on jump, idiot.

Yeah...!

-Right, now there's the tractor.
-Is a tractor expensive?

Oh, about the price of a coach.

Was it you who said that, again?
I warn you, everything has its price.

Yes, you'll have to
pay for the tractor.

-How are we going to do it?
-Well, sir, with a boat.

And what for?

We can approach the tractor
without going on the bridge.

Not a bad idea, maybe we
could run it on its own.

-But we don't have a boat.
-Yes sir, we have our raft.

On your side, your side,
so we're right in front of it.

That's it.

There, that's good.

Don't hit the bridge. Gently,
gently. Gently... there.

It's not firm.

Benamou, you're going to get on my
shoulders to reach the controls.

We need to stabilize it.

Get closer.

You're going to press the starter, the
little button that looks like a mushroom.

-Here?
-Yes.

That's it, that's good.

Now you're going to...
you're going to turn the throttle.

Stop. Move closer, get closer.

Watch out. Stop moving like that,
we'll go in the water.

-Now, turn the throttle.
-What's that?

-The small curved handle, below.
-Here? -That's it.

Go on, go on, more power,
more than that,

more, more.

Right, that's it.

Now we need to put it in gear.

I'm not going to be able to depress
the clutch, we need something heavy.

-Chuck a stone.
-Yes, a stone.

-What an idiot.
-That's clever, that, bravo.

Splendid. That's it, guys.

Here, put it on the pedal.

That's it, well done.

Now, put it in gear.

That's good.

There, wait, wait,
turn the steering wheel.

The wheels aren't in line.

That's it, that's fine, good.

Now, put it in gear, forward. Got it?
-Yes, that's it.

Are you ready?
I'm removing the stone.

Here we go.

Yeah...

Hey, I just saw a tractor go past,
is that normal?

Oh shit.

Hey, what's up.

Argh...!

It's intimate, the candles.

And Madame de Guillemin,
is she resting?

Yes, for 7 years.

Honestly, I don't miss one, sorry.

And all these incidents.

And you don't know
exactly where you stand.

Yes.

If I could fix things somehow...

Anyway, as for the walkway,
don't worry, we'll rebuild it.

It's not worth it.

Take the opportunity to show them the
area. There's some beautiful sights here.

At their age, they'd surely
prefer going to a nightclub.

No wonder they do such mischief,

you put them in shorts, when what
they need are reinforced underpants.

Not everyone is
as precocious as you.

Yeah!

You know, they still have
a very immature mindset.

What they like most,
is learning how to tie knots,

to recognize animal tracks,
find North by the sun, things like that.

Marching two by two,

empty the toilets,
obey orders,

a foretaste of the army, what!
-Oh no, it's not like that at all.

And soon they'll be ready
to go to Vietnam.

Marie-France, I'd like to
finish my dinner in peace.

But of course, Dad, you should put
a little napalm on your potatoes.

-You have permission to leave the table.
-With pleasure.

All right, bye, Big Chief.

Your daughter has got character.

One who found his faith
by milking cows,

the other who learns Karl Marx by
heart instead of the Hippocratic Oath.

How's it possible to have
such different children?

I can't answer you,
I myself am an only son.

And do you wear your
shorts all year round?

No way, this is very exceptional. I'm
a filing clerk in an insurance company.

That way, you're covered.

Oh yes, I'm covered, yes.

Where are they,
the tents are half empty?

You promised them the circus
show, they went there.

But where?
There's no electricity.

Yes there is,
among the gypsies.

I came to pick up the children. I hope
they haven't bothered you too much.

No, no.

They're there being
cooked in the clay.

Ah, they told you about that.

Yes, that's good, yes, very good.
-Yeah, yeah...

I told them that so they wouldn't
come and bother you all the time.

No, no, they're here, yes.

Right, come on Scouts, let's allow
the Ladies and Gents, to eat in peace,

We thank them for their hospitality
and we'll return to camp.

Oh...

It's not for discussion.

I'll give you 5 minutes.

Who's the jerk who
switched off the lights?

Ah, it was me, Jean Bat.

Who's that?
Wait, I can't see anything.

-It's me, Jean Bat.
-Obviously, you can't stand the light.

Unless it's to ogle me in the dark?

No, no, I was afraid your
battery would run down.

Peeping Tom.

Well, since you're here,
give me some light.

Give me some light.

Better than that.

Don't shine it on the ceiling,
I can't see what I'm doing.

That's fine.

And it's to get to this point
that you blew up everything?

No, because your daughter's battery...

it was running down, so...
anyway, I had the torch.

With electricity, it's easier.

I can't do it.

It's not that easy.

Wait a minute, you.

What's this?

Thanks a lot.

Oh...

-Oh crap.
-Hey.

Hey, Anthony.

Look.

Holy crap, I'm dreaming.

-Chickpea.
-Yes.

-Pass me the washing powder.
-Here.

What are you doing?

Oh.

Anthony, can you see anything?

No, dammit,
I've got soap in my eyes.

I can't see anything.

-Besides, she's spotted us.
-She's seen us. She's seen us.

...

...

Rinse.

Oh, it's not hot,
it's still good.

I can't do it.

It's not easy with four strings
and anyway I don't know the rest.

-You want to play us something else.
-But not the penitentiary...

-Yes, Satisfaction, for example.
-Satisfaction. -It's out of touch, that.

That's only because you can't play it.

I find them strangely calm.

No, they're knackered, that's all,
you kept them working non-stop.

Maybe we should organize a game?
Do you know a good one?

That's not what's missing.

It's not complicated, each patrol
must bring me, a wild licorice root,

a flint, a branch of chestnut,
a bunch of violets...

-It's not the season for violets.
-Ah yes.

A bunch...
a bunch of poppies.

That's not difficult to find that!

Indeed, we must find
something more difficult.

A jerry can of petrol.
A gate, a mailbox.

Always joking, huh.

No, what do you say to
an unusual piece of cloth?

Careful, not canvas or a potato sack,
but something unusual.

Cloth, a bit unusual.

Right, the patrol which brings
me back this list first,

will be excused chores
for the rest of the day.

You have two hours.
Off you go.

I think this is exactly
what they needed.

Yes, surely.

You're aware of what
the kids are saying,

It seems that Anthony's father
slept with BB, topless.

How awful.

Hey Leader... Leader, we won.

Already!

Right, show me that.

That was found in a shop, that.
Have you been to the village?

You didn't say we had to
dig it up with our teeth.

I forbade you to go to the village.

Right, the next.
-Flint?

It's cut, this flint.
Where did you find it?

Well, in the pit.

-You went down a pit?
-Where else does one find flint?

You never do it again.

The branch from a chestnut tree?
-Here.

-This is from a chestnut, this?
-Yes, most definitely.

-I'm not quite sure.
-Oh yes, you can tell.

-For the cloth, it must have been harder.
-No, dead easy.

-What's this?
-It's obvious.

Where did you find these?

It's embarrassing, Sir.

-Why, did you steal them?
-Just now, here.

No, no, it was somebody
who forgot them in our tent.

Who?

It's awkward because
I've sworn not to tell.

You're going to answer me.

Marie-France.

Here, you lost these.

I should speak to your father about it,
you assault minors, it's revolting.

Frankly, I didn't see you like this,
Marie-France, you disappoint me.

-Is that it?
-I don't see what I could add.

For a scout,
you're not very observant.

First, you should know
that I don't wear panties.

And secondly, if I wore these,
I'd still have them round my ankles.

You don't have a good eye
for these things, Jean Bat.

Your client, isn't me.

-Where did you pinch these?
-But I've already told you.

I've been itching to
do that for a long time.

Where did you pinch these?
-It's on the panties... look inside,

maybe it has my sister's name?

Stop, stop, you'll kill him.

It's Edith who gave them to us.

Edith?

Who's Edith?

-Don't forget my little gift.
-Don't worry, I'll bring your leg of lamb.

...

Madame Edith.

Ah, but it's the leader himself.

I think that these belong to you.

-So did they win, my little darlings?
-How do you mean, your little darlings?

I have a soft spot for the Impalas,
especially for Anthony,

he looks so much like his father.

Hold on, you know them all by their first
names? Do they often come here?

More often than you, my dear.

And for that, don't count on me.

Too bad. It wouldn't hurt you.
You look quite congested.

Listen, Ma'am, it's simple,

if you entertain any of my
scouts again, I'll call the police.

You want to tell who?

The police, they're minors,
all the same

Listen carefully, midget,
if you do this, you're a dead man.

You... you don't impress me at all.

You'd have to spend
your life in hiding.

But there'll always be a gypsy
somewhere to sort you out.

-You don't make the law, anyway.
-No, I don't make the law, me...

I fuck it.
-Yes.

Little man.

It relieves the tension, eh?

Oh no, it's not what you think.

There's no harm in that.
There's not only Scouting in life.

No, it's because...

Do you take yourselves for men?

We'll see what remains
of you after a 30 km walk,

on the plateau, in the blazing sun,
in full kit, without eating or drinking.

You think you can get
away with anything.

I'll show you bunch
of bloody idiots.

It's a leader you want,
you've found him.

Meet up at point alpha.
-What's point alpha?

Very good question.

Point alpha is the place where Georges
and I shall wait for you with the provisions.

Needless to say that if you don't find it,
you can always graze on grass.

-How do we find point alpha?
-It's very simple.

You first walk 10 km,

at 10 min. 85 deg, westward,

to a place called "The 3 chestnut trees".
I warn you there's no road. There...

you fork southeast,
220 degrees for 8 Km

to the place called "The big rocks",
you'll understand once there.

And then, 12 km North-East,
340 degrees to point Alpha.

I'll give you a hint,
they're very deep gorges.

Say, if there are injured persons,
do we finish them off?

Go ahead, laugh.
You'll be laughing less this evening.

I hope you'll suffer.
On your way!

-This way.
-Shit, it's the Impalas fault.

It doesn't work, we'll follow them.

Hey guys, we're not going
to do 30 Km on foot.

Ok, we'll take a break at Marie's.
He won't find us there, this idiot, eh?

Why not.

What are you doing here, you?
You're not with your patrol?

-I've lost my way.
-Is that the truth?

Yes, I walked slower than the others
because I have a first aid kit as well.

-Give it to me.
-No, it's not so heavy, you get used to it.

Give it to me, it'll be more sensible,
than losing you again.

-What if I'm hurt?
-You'll just have to be careful.

And try to find your patrol.

It's there.

It's on the other side,
you can't get there by car.

Let's go.

I won't stay. I've shopping for tonight,
if the supply crew doesn't follow...

Well, have a nice day.

Wasn't it planned for
him to stay with us?

I won't miss him,
he's a drag, his sort.

Mainly I have the impression
that he's a little dishonest.

Up we go.

When the sun's out, it's beautiful, eh?
Don't you think Jean-Baptiste?

Yes.

-How did it go with Marie-France?
-Very well, why?

No, that's fine.

Since yesterday I feel you're more
sure of yourself, more assertive.

-Really?
-Yeah.

She doesn't look too
stingy with her body.

Ah, because you think that...

Oh, no, she's not at all my type.

She's vulgar, eh?

Let's take a break.

Certainly.

It's better without the kids.

Yes, I needed a breather, me.

What are you doing
after the camp?

I'll return to Paris.

2 weeks without seeing me,
my mother must be in a state!

Afterwards I'll maybe do a concert
in Dione les Bains with the choir.

I'm go hiking in the Dolomites.

That sounds good.
That's something I'd like to do.

Why don't you come?
It'd be even better with two.

We would take just the minimum,
we'd take only a tent.

Oh, I won't say no.
If the concert doesn't take place.

Well, alright then,
let's go.

-Are you okay there?
-Yeah.

Catch.

Look out.

Right.

Ah.

What the hell are they doing?

I'm worried, eh.

You should come in, it's good.

Aren't you worried? They should
have been here 2 hours ago.

For once we don't have
them on our back.

Sir, sir.

Emmanuel, what's happened?

I'm coming.

You should come in, it's lovely.

-Emmanuel.
-Ah, sir, it's been a long walk.

Are you alone?

I went on reconnaissance for the Fawns.
We lost the others long ago.

But didn't you find the
chestnut trees and the big rocks?

All the trees are chestnuts.

As for the Big rocks, I managed
to avoid them, but the others...

-What, a landslide, are there injured?
-Some are probably dead.

Georges, get dressed, there's people hurt.
Let's go and find them.

Quickly.
-Here we go.

You can't relax for 5 minutes.

Hey, Scouts.

What's this crap?
-They're traps.

We thought we were lost,
so we put them everywhere.

We didn't want to starve.

That's good, that,
good thinking.

It's no good, we need to separate,
we'll be twice as likely to find them.

Right, I'll go through the woods,
Georges, you take Emmanuel,

you cut by the river.

Good luck.

Impalas, Fawns, Kiwis.

What's this?

This is crazy.

Yes, yes.

-I bet the dress... for you.
-Okay, I'm in.

What are you doing dressed
like that, Marie-France?

And you Chickpea it's way too
revealing in front of a lady.

What are you doing?
Tell me.

You can see for yourself, eh.
I'm beating them at strip poker.

We thought you were dead.

We looked for you everywhere,
Emmanuel and Georges are still there.

It's monstrous.

Well don't get yourself in a state.
We've done nothing wrong.

When we saw that we were lost,
we turned back, that's all.

We're all here,
that's the main thing, right.

-Are you doing the last hand with us?
-Yes, sir.

Go on, one little game.

She's quite decent. She still
hasn't removed anything.

-What's this?
-Oh, I received a package from my mother.

Come on, get dressed.

Come on, please, get dressed.

Be nice, you'll catch cold.

Go on, get dressed, you should
follow the advice of your leader.

Hey, you don't want to take my place?
They seem to obey you.

-You know what?
-No.

It would benefit you more
to be in their band.

Leadership, you have it or you don't.
It's a gift.

Yes, we'll continue this
interesting discussion later.

For now, you do what you want,
you're at home, so don't be shy.

Strip-poker, Roman orgy,
tribal dance...

Emmanuel, what's the matter?
-leave me alone.

-Tell me now, isn't Georges with you?
-No, I'm not telling.

Emmanuel, we're friends,
you can tell me anything.

And where's George?
Weren't you together?

Is it because of him
that you're crying?

Have you argued, is that it?

I'm sure it was nothing.

You mustn't cry about that,
I'll go and see him.

-No, no, don't go.
-Well tell me why, then.

He tried to jump me. Do I to
need to draw you a picture?

Georges?

Yes.

I've just seen Emmanuel, there.
-Ah...

He told you everything?

The main part, yes.

I'm very surprised at you, George.

I'll leave.

It's best.

I'll maybe have the courage to
confess to Father Guillemin.

Before, I want you to know one thing,

I felt very close to you
during this wonderful day.

I didn't realise that I could
put myself in such a state.

It's not him that
I wanted, you know.

It's the first time
someone told me that.

Too bad that it comes from you.

Mail.

Here, you can let go of my hand,
I have to get the mail.

No, Georges. Georges.

Did you see, it's my mother.

And look, my cat
has eaten a mouse.

-Have you got a cat?
-Yeah.

-Oh, I didn't know.
-And what's yours about?

Hey, guys, let's eat.

And look, there.

-Well, your ordeal is coming to an end.
-How so?

My son just called me.
He'll be here tomorrow with M Frère.

-Hey guys, Bien Bien Fou's returning.
-What, for sure?

-It's a pity, I was just getting up to speed.
-Ah, they'll miss you.

You think so?
Don't I have any letters?

You haven't found yours?

-No.
-There aren't two Foucret's here?

-Oh no, there's just me.
-Fortunately.

-Where's my letter?
-I don't know, it was there.

It's those nasty little idiots again.

Ah guys, I think I've found the jackpot.

-My darling Biquet.
-Give me that letter.

Get off me, you.

Let me go.

-Anthony, stop.
-Catch him.

-Give me the letter.
-Here.

Already a week's gone by
and still no news from you.

I'm anxious knowing you're alone,
left to your own devices,

in the middle of nowhere.

Give me that.

Come down from there.

Give me that.

I'm dying to join you, but I'm not sure
that you'd appreciate this surprise.

Give me that letter.

You who are so shy and
reserved in front of others.

I hope you're eating
and sleepng well,

and the scouts aren't giving
you too much trouble,

and you joyfully walk in the
footsteps of Old Beaver.

Answer me quickly, your mom who
loves you very much, Madeleine.

Jean-Bat, wait,
your letter, Jean-Bat.

Leave me alone.

Don't get in such a state,

you're too sensitive,
your mother's right.

Let me be, go and play with the kids.
You've the same mental age.

-I didn't want him to read the letter.
-It's too late, it's done now.

Where are you going?
Oh, go and sulk then.

Jean-Bat!
Jean-Bat, wait for me.

Ah, the little devils.

They know where to hurt you,
nothing stops them.

Don't touch me.

My God but what have
I done to deserve this.

I, who have always believed in you,
who still goes to mass 3 times a year,

who's never hurt anyone.

And admit that you made a mistake,
it's not me you're aiming for. Eh!

To err is human.

You don't answer?

Aren't you proud of what you did.

I must say that you
didn't forget anything.

An idiot chaplain,

a crooked quartermaster,
a slut, a whore, a fag,

and a whole gang of little shits.
And me, what am I?

Incompetent.

Incompetent.

But you don't care, you hear nothing.
You're not there...

maybe you don't even exist.

Ah, but what's this?

My God, you answered me.

Now I understand
what you want from me.

You want to put me
to the test, right?

You want to show me the world such as it is,
so that I help it, so that I save it, perhaps.

Lord, if this is your will,
enlighten me.

Oh guys, he tried to commit suicide.

You wanted to hang yourself?

No you idiot,
it's another of your stupid traps.

-And what are you doing here?
-We came to find you.

-To apologize?
-Yes, but mostly because of Benamou.

-What about Benamou?
-He was taken hostage.

-What do you mean?
-Benamou, Edith took him hostage.

What's this all about?
Untie me quickly.

No, I said untie it,
no, don't cut it!

She promised us the group rate,

and then now for Benamou,
she's asked us for the full price,

because she said
he was only 13.

-C'mon, one makes discounts for children.
-You think so too, eh.

Then we wanted to leave,
but Marek arrived.

-Who's Marek?
-Marek's the gypsy.

It's he who plays guitar with his knife,
he's her pimp.

Right, don't move,
I'm going in.

-Be careful.
-Yes.

-Don't kill me.
-First, I'll cut off your ears.

No, no!

Help! No!

Help!

Help...!

Benamou.

Go on, quickly.

Bravo!

Now I'll make the tartare.

The things one does
to amuse kids.

-Is she dead?
-Well... yes.

-Was it him who killed her?
-Yes.

-And you saw it all?
-Yes.

-Hey, are you hurt there?
-No, no... I mean yes.

Sir, they're following us. You have
to go faster, they're catching up.

-But what does he want now?
-Undoubtedly to kill you, you're a witness.

-You think so?
-Ah yes.

He wants to kill you,
you must go into hiding.

Wait until we fetch the cops,
and they arrest him.

No, I can't leave you,
you're also witnesses.

You like that?

Look...

I can't control it,
it doesn't respond.

Are they still there?
-No, I think we've lost them!

-Everyone okay, nobody hurt?
-No, no, we're okay.

That was close.

Alright.

-Okay, end of the trip.
-Ah, it's about time.

-Where did you come from?
-I got in before you at Edith's.

-Was it your idea, all this?
-Hold on, it wasn't just me.

-I'm going to go the other way.
-No, it's because of you that we're here,

we stay together.

We'll sleep here, you'll stand guard and
tomorrow we'll all go to the police.

-What do we do if they attack?
-Well, we'll defend ourselves.

With what?
They have weapons.

We'll just have to construct bows
and slings. Like David against Goliath.

-It's not the same thing.
-Yes it is.

-I think we're lost.
-Okay, wait while I get my bearings.

-The Pole Star, it's there.
-Is that the Pole Star?

Yes, tonight, it's there.
Come with me.

The Pole Star?

Anthony, you're going to
take the North, there.

You Alex, here.

To the south.

You, here to the west.
You stay with me.

And we remain vigilant,
our life depends on it. Okay.

Bravo, Anthony,
really well planned, your stunt.

Oh, man, the nights are cold, eh?

-I heard something.
-It's nothing, it must be a bear.

-There are bears here?
-A few.

Hey guys, let's get out of here.

-Go where?
Do you know where the camp is?

And guys, if Biquet takes us to the police,
they'll tell my mother everything.

And she's already mad because
I'm repeating a year.

And what about the trouble for going
to hookers when you're a minor?

Well, frankly, guys,
I’m disappointed in you.

Not only do you have nothing in your boxers,
but you have nothing up top.

Can't you see he's bluffing.

Oh guys, I swear I heard something,
there's a wild beast.

-It was good at least?
-What?

-With Edith.
-Well, it's them who forced me.

I can imagine.
You'd do better to leave the Fawns.

Oh no, I have a great time with them.
With you too, as well.

At least I won't have
come for nothing.

Oh!

Okay now, rise and shine.

Benamou!

Come on, quick, they're coming.
Hurry up.

-A large coffee and two slices of toast.
-That's it, that's it, move it.

Wow.

Come on.

We'd better get moving.

-Yeah and then?
-Then we go down.

-Down there?
-Absolutely.

And we need to hurry, they'll have
been on our trail since daybreak.

He's crazy.

The Patrol leader isn't here, it's up to the
deputy patrol leader to lead the way.

And who is it again,
the deputy patrol leader?

Okay, the honour goes to you.

-Hurry up, the gypsies are on our trail.
-Wow.

-It's sheer, we're going to kill ourselves.
-I'll never be able to get down.

-Hang on at least.
-Shit.

-And watch out behind.
-I'm gonna get smashed to pieces.

Okay. You're a bit less cocky, eh?

-Christ, he's worse than "Bien Bien Fou".
-Bunch of duffers.

Slowly, slowly, now.
Wait for us.

-Go ahead.
-I can't, my legs are all wobbly.

Move.

Go on.

End of the line.

What's the hold up there,
are you tired already?

You want us to dive?

Yes, here indeed,
you need to mind your step.

-We'll just have to rappel down.
-But we've never done that.

All the more reason to try.

That's good,
I've everything we need here.

So I go out of the well, go around
the tree and re-enter the well.

With this, you're quite safe.

Okay Nodet, you're first.

I can't, I have vertigo.

Okay Anthony, set an example.

You're chicken, eh?

You, Jacky, go ahead,
show this big coward.

Shit, that's enough of this bullshit.
Tell him Anthony.

Tell me what? You take me for a fool,
that I already know.

Oh no, not me,
I've never taken you for a fool.

Oh yes,

when you got lost all alone
in the town square,

didn't you take me
for a fool perhaps?

Only, perhaps I'm not such
a fool as you thought.

Do you think I swallowed that
tomato sauce story? Eh, Benamou.

But look at you, pitiful bunch,
you think you're so tough, huh?

I'm leaving you,
fend for yourselves without me.

Ah, he finally leaves us in peace us,
the fat idiot.

We'll be able to sleep.

-Agh...! Agh!
-A Viper.

A viper, I got bit by a viper.

Quick, dammit, do something.
-You have to kill it.

Get him back up.

Sir, come back, Anthony's
been bitten by a Viper.

Yes, not bad, but I'm
used to better, though.

Sir, sir, we swear on our mothers lives.

Sir, come back, he'll die.

Come back up.

Let me see that.

-Ah, it didn't miss you, that one.
-You have to suck the blood.

No, you must sit down.
Sit down.

-Anything there?
-No, there's nothing.

Wait, I think one needs
to make an incision.

I have my knife.
-That won't work, either.

He's really lucky,
we have the first-aid kit here.

But...!
what the hell's this?

The Serum?
-Is he going to die, sir?

Yeah, in the guide, it says
you can survive for 3 hours,

but you suffer horribly.

God damn it, God damn it,
but what have I done?

No, guys, it's not worth it,
let me die here.

Okay, stop your drama act.
Can you walk?

Yes, I'll have to anyway.
It's walk or die.

No, no, I'll never make it.

No, this isn't the time to falter.
Come on, you've got nothing to lose,

you've got to lower yoursel
gently to the bottom. Come on.

Straighten up.

Look out! Go down using your legs.
-Why don't we go back up?

We'll never have time. We'll
descend by the river, it's faster.

It'll be easier.

Are you there? Untie yourself now.
-Yeah.

Come on.

It'll be okay, you'll get through this,
don't worry.

-Your turn Nodet.
-I can't, sir, I'm too scared.

Can't you pick me up later
in a helicopter?

Everyone else did it.
If you don't go, I'll push you.

Leave me, sir, it's what I deserve,
for having thrown away the serum.

You've quite enough on you conscience,
you're delaying us, let's go.

I've got you.

Come on, a little courage for once.
Go on.

Okay, okay.

Hurry up.

Come on then, don't be afraid,
you're almost there.

Around the tree,
back through the well.

God damn it.

Be careful.

Of course I'll be careful.

Okay?
Okay, Anthony, are you holding up?

We shouldn't be very far
from point alpha, 2 or 3 km,

only point alpha means
nothing to you, of course.

Benamou, come here.

You who are a good swimmer,
and grown up now,

you're going to swim
down river to check it out,

and see if we can get through.
-Ok.

That's it.

Not that way,
it's too dangerous.

Aghh!

Benamou, Benamou!

Benamou!

Benamou!

Benamou!

It's awful,
he had a terrible fall.

He's... He's disappeared,
we won't see him again.

-We're all gonna die, this is the end.
-You shut your mouth!

We can't go down there,
we'll have to go upstream.

Damn it to hell!

Come on, we mustn't stop.
-I'm tired, I've had it.

What's the matter?

Leave me to die here,
anyway, I'm holding you up.

-Hey, no heroics, okay.
-Since it's him who's offering.

You, shut up or I'll kill you.

Come on.

Come on.

Take the rope.

-Ahoy!
-Oh, there.

Ahoy!

You're saved, man.

I thought I'd never see you again.

Come on... you

It was a close shave.
-Oh Yeah.

Jean-Baptiste, you're the
worthy heir to Old Beaver.

Nice work, Foucret.
You well deserve a real holiday.

A holiday,
but the camp isn't finished.

Jean-Baptiste, you helped us as best
you could, but now Hervé's up and about,

it's quite normal that
you're relieved, you're free.

Ah, you can't act as troop leader.

It's true, I had a few problems
at the beginning, but now that's it,

I have them well in hand,
I've got the hang of things.

I almost forgot,

Foucret, your mother
asked me to give you it,

they're suppositories.

Jean-Baptiste.

Jean-Baptiste.

It's stupid for you to go now.

Come on, sir.

Excuse me, I don't know
what came over me.

-Oh hi, Biquet.
-Hi, Jean-Baptiste.

-Hi, -All right?
-Okay, and you?

Okay, so we do what we said.

We can't back out now.

-Oh, it's really disgusting.
-Hey, guys, look, I found a fresh one.

I'm coming.
-Oh.

Oh, nice.
-Yeah.

-Oh no, not that one.
-It's so beautiful.

-Yes, it's beautiful.
-Oh yes, oh.

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